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“Me? You sure?”
“Yes,” Lando chirps, tilting his head adorably. “Why not you? You like girls!”
Oscar blinks rapidly and finally unfreezes from his position after Lando had barrelled into his hotel room and jumped into his lap on the sofa. Sharing room keys got established within five months of being Lando’s teammate so the barrelling in isn’t new. Lando’s bare thighs either side of his hips definitely is.
“Y-yes… I mean, I like um, some guys too. Girls and guys.” He still holds his phone between them, like a shield. “But I mean, you’re beautiful either way. That’s a given. I mean– you’re hot in that way it doesn’t matter what body you– oh Jesus.”
Something complicated happens in Lando’s eyebrows and an unbearably soft smile spreads over his face.
“Okay,” he squeaks before clearing his throat. “Then that’s settled?”
Oscar is still trying to wrap his mind around Lando wanting to have sex with him at all, let alone be the person to see Lando like this. The news itself had burst out of Lando immediately (“Oscah! I got hit with it! I’ve had to spend all day with my race suit zipped up because I've got tits and a vagina!”) but the only immediate tell was that, now Oscar paid attention, Lando’s voice more resembled the one he had his rookie year. Ever so slightly higher and softer.
He finally lets his hands rest on the warmth of Lando’s thighs - practically hairless of course, the same way they were even in his usual body.
“I just thought, you know. You’d prefer to have someone like Carlos? Or call Daniel? Seems like either of them would jump at the chance to…” he blushes, trailing off - worrying that he’s assuming too much and making it weird.
Next to nothing weirds Lando out, who responds with a dismissive snort. “Carlos has me mentally stuck at nineteen and he’d think it was way too weird anyway. Daniel might but he’s gotten really serious with Heidi and that girl is sporty. She could beat my ass no problem.”
Lando was as always unable to remain still when he talked and kept wriggling closer until Oscar is sure he can sense the heat of his cunt through his own jeans and the small remaining distance between their crotches.
“Besides, I just– thoughtI’dreallylikeittobeyou.”
The catch in his voice and the flush over his cheeks is partly due to the admission, partly due to Oscar regaining his boldness and sliding his hands right up to Lando’s hips.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “You not wearing anything under this, baby?”
Oscar blames the pet name slipping out on the headrush.
Lando gives a kittenish grin and shrugs, the neck of his enormously oversized hoodie slipping down one shoulder with the motion. It’s the one he always sleeps in for the colder locations because it hangs down to his thighs and covers his hands entirely.
“You wanna take a look? See if you like… all of it?”
The genuine uncertainty in Lando’s voice sobers Oscar up for the moment. Again, he’ll blame the humiliating vulnerability and emotion in his voice on the rush of Lando asking him to fuck him.
“Hey, I already know I’m going to love all of it. It’s you, y’know?”
Lando does that thing of curling his arms around himself and puffing out happy little noises, scrunching his nose and squeezing his eyes shut.
“Go on then, sweet talker! Have at it.”
Oscar grins lopsidedly and calms Lando into relaxing his body so that he can inch the hem of the hoodie up over his hips.
The deceptively wide set of Lando’s hips is the same, as is the sweet dip of his waist. But nestled where his cock and balls would be - and sat flush against Oscar’s jeans - is the very obvious shape of a pussy. The glossy dark blonde curls grow mostly around his labia and the rest of what Oscar can see is the same downy blonde fuzz he’s always had beneath his belly button. His tan line is low as always and the skin below it is a rosier, lighter gold than the rest.
He can’t seem to control his right hand as it twists and pushes to cup the sweet, soft heat of it. Lando lifts up a little and rolls into the feeling. Oscar doesn’t do anything much yet, just cups over him and massages slightly.
“Mmmm. Feels really nice,” Lando purrs, eyelids drooping.
“Feels so good, baby.”
Ah, fuck it. The pet name stays.
The outer lips are full and plush with silky inner lips and a little suggestion of moisture against the flat of his palm. Oscar decides he’s absolutely eating him out before they do anything else.
But there’s more of him to see and touch and Lando is holding himself unusually still as if to let Oscar take his fill in his own sweet time.
Oscar raises his head to look into Lando’s eyes at the same time his hands slip up the flat plane of his stomach. He can see his own sensations mirrored on Lando’s face as he cups the new fullness of breasts where his pert little pecs used to be.
He flicks his thumbs over the hard nipples and marvels at the full body ecstasy in Lando’s reaction. Lando reaches to rip the hoodie the rest of the way off and then places his hands over Oscar’s - still able to dwarf them - urging him to keep going.
“Ah-ah, baby. Let me have a good look at you first.”
Lando whips his hands down to his sides and lifts his chest out so obediently that Oscar feels certain the zipper of his jeans is going to become permanently imprinted on his erection.
His tits stand proud away from his body, rounded and high where his pectoral muscles are still so well developed. They’re so undeniably Lando. In the weird way this situation works, they don’t have any tan lines because of course Lando always sunbathes shirtless. They’re the same golden tan as his arms and stomach but there’s a hot pink flush just below his collarbone and also around his darker pink nipples.
Oscar reaches his hands up to circle the puffy areolas with his thumbs before grazing lightly over the hardened nubs.
Lando’s actually quivering and whimpering from trying to control himself.
Oscar looks at him directly as he lets his hands grope - the breasts are so firm and they spill out of his fingers where he can’t fit the whole of one in his hand, which makes him feel insane.
“Perfect… as always.”
“Fuck, Osc - please!”
Framing them with both hands, Oscar leans forward and very slowly uses the tip of his tongue to flick at the very tips of each nipple.
Lando reacts like he’s been electrocuted, whining so loud and high it could probably be heard from the next room.
So of course Oscar starts an assault of sucking and kissing every inch of each breast until they’re completely flushed in pretty dark rosy color. Meanwhile, he slips a hand back down to Lando’s cunt and drags his fingertips through the thick wetness.
Hands clamp down immediately on the back of the couch and Lando arches so hard that his breasts get smashed farther into Oscar’s face.
It’s never been more pleasant to lose oxygen.
Lando’s already too wired and unwieldy to work his clit just yet so Oscar experiments with slipping two fingers into his entrance. They’re welcomed greedily into the scorching, sopping softness.
So he gives Lando the heel of his palm to grind against while he fucks him with two fingers and sucks at wherever he can as Lando’s tits roll and shake as he writhes. Oscar feels him throb and clench as he comes, hears him moan raggedly, feels his own erection ready to burst a hole through his jeans.
He lets the waves of Lando’s orgasm recede naturally before he pulls tightly off the nipple with a wet plop that makes Lando beep out an extremely high-pitched noise.
“Just a reminder? I’ve wanted to do all of this for years. However you’ve looked.”
“Years?” Lando breathes out, eyes round in wonder and turning wet.
“Years,” Oscar insists, just before Lando dips his head down for a searing kiss.
It’s closed-lipped a first, more of a burning press as if to pour every feeling they’ve ever had into it. Oscar tilts his head and coaxes Lando to relax enough to really taste him. In response, he whines sweet and soft as he meets Oscar’s tongue and Oscar wants to catalog every sound he makes from now until eternity.
He gently takes his sopping fingers out despite Lando’s weak protest, silencing him the second he uses his dry hand to tug one of Lando’s ass cheeks and smear Lando’s wetness right over his hole with the other.
He looks up into Lando’s face that’s turning red right to the very tips of his ears.
“I wanna fuck you and eat you here someday,” Oscar says through a smirk, pushing his middle finger inside just to watch Lando’s expression of shock and arousal. “I’ve heard your toys through the motorhome walls. I know you like it.”
It’s a marvel to see how completely docile and brainless Lando gets when aroused - wide-eyed and chewing idly on his lower lip.
“Go and lie on the bed,” Oscar orders, amazed at the depth and command of his own voice. He smacks Lando’s flank as he scrambles up. “Let’s take a good look at you.”
Of course he already knows what a fair amount of Lando’s body looks like - he’s seen it on his phone and computer screen many times and in person every time they have to change in and out of street clothes and team kit between tightly-scheduled media commitments.
So it’s no surprise that his body is just as strong and lithe as ever, and his perky round butt looks incredible as he crawls onto the bed. The image of stuffing Lando’s vagina with an oversized toy while he fucks him in the ass from behind nearly taps Oscar out as it crosses his brain. Said brain then provides an image of sharing Lando with a Carlos or a Daniel and he has to firmly remind it of the task at hand.
He wobbles slightly as he stands, finally unzipping and tugging his jeans down along with his boxers before reaching behind his head and yanking off his t-shirt. He’s so focused on the relief of his cock being free that he doesn’t notice Lando watching him and lazily touching himself.
“Love when your hair does that poof thing,” he says, grinning lazily and writhing about showily on the bed.
“That all you like?” Oscar asks cockily, climbing onto the bed while stroking himself.
He can see the instinct to banter on Lando’s face for a split second before he gets too horny and opens his legs eagerly, pulling his own hand away. Literally begging for it.
Thankfully, Oscar seems to know more about the new body Lando possesses than he does himself.
For a moment he holds himself up on one arm over Lando and just looks.
Facially, there’s no real discernible difference except in the normally sparse goatee being replaced with the same fine layer of peach fuzz Lando’s always had on the rest of his jaw. The same goes for his bare legs which are just as fine-boned and skinny and hairless as usual. It’s why he’d needed to explain to Oscar precisely why he had excitedly burst into Oscar’s room begging to be fucked: there were no obvious tells on the surface.
The tits were clearly Lando’s favorite addition. He couldn’t stop squeezing and rolling them in his still-large hands.
Other than that, he just looked like Lando. He looked right. Most of the people this happened to described how it was kind of fun but mostly just felt weird. Maybe it was because Lando always seemed to exist somewhere in between that he looked totally at home either way.
A little inquisitive mewl reminds him that Lando is patiently waiting to get his brains fucked out, thank you.
Oscar leans down to kiss him sweetly before tucking the hard line of his cock up against his stomach as he lies down and spreads Lando’s smooth thighs even further apart.
He intends to go slowly, but right from licking a line up the lips to his clit Lando is as always tumbling recklessly toward climax. If Oscar weren’t literally drowning in his teammate’s juices, he’d think of a joke based on Lando’s race starts.
He eats him out a little and then gets his lips on Lando’s clit. Immediately, he has two thighs clamped around his head while a hand grips the front of his hair and pushes him away.
When he looks up, Lando’s face is contorted almost painfully.
“Shh shh, hey,” Oscar murmurs softly, easing the thighs around his ears away gently. “It’s okay if it’s too much, yeah? We can change it up, baby.”
Lando finally releases the hold on his hair as Oscar dots kisses up from his hips to his chest, careful to avoid his nipples.
He gets right up next to Lando’s ear, blanketing him from above with the breadth of his own shoulders to let him get his bearings back.
“You wanna stop for a while?” He makes sure to use a more normal, every day voice. “Lando, it’s totally okay to stop. We’ll do whatever you want, okay?”
He feels Lando unfurl beneath him and start clinging again, hands pawing at the muscles of Oscar’s back.
“No, no, just got too much. Felt like every orgasm I’d ever had was frickin’ focused on that one spot. Gonna take some getting used to.”
Oscar puzzles over the wording for a second but moves on to kissing Lando deep and soulfully on the mouth.
Lando’s back up to speed impossibly fast, humping Oscar’s thigh impatiently and sucking his tongue.
Oscar pulls back, licking back at where Lando keeps trying to chase him with his lips.
“Tell me what you want, Lan. Use your words like a good girl.”
It slips out so fast but the horror he feels at himself isn’t far behind.
But before he can say anything, Lando literally twists his whole body as if he’s come again, smearing a slick line against Oscar’s leg hair.
“I need you to plow me,” he gasps inelegantly, eyes bleary where they try to focus on Oscar’s. “I need you to fuck your little girl so hard I can’t remember my name.”
Fuck. Oscar’s balls literally ache when his cock jumps with a surge of arousal.
Something takes over that has him gripping Lando by the back of the knees and pulling him apart while he slips the head of his cock through wet folds until it catches where it’s needed. Whatever is controlling him knows not to hurt Lando so he pumps just half of himself inside. Lando throws his head back, smacks his palms against the cushioned headboard and moans long and deep.
“Fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can!”
Oscar’s a machine waiting for the on switch and he’s finally got it.
All he needs to do is hold on and keep jackhammering while Lando writhes and arches until he’s got Oscar hitting right where he needs him. Lando’s orgasm builds fast and once again that heat is welcoming him home. Lando’s gorgeous tits are bouncing and Oscar just has to hold on… just has to keep the flood at bay because he’s not going to come until Lando begs for it or passes out from it. If these are the only orgasms Lando gets with breasts and a vagina then Oscar’s going to make them memorable.
He’s got a hand around the base of his dick, starting to pull out when Lando somehow powers through the hazy afterglow of his own orgasm.
“Wanna ride you now,” he fusses, wiggling out from underneath Oscar and pushing him around until he’s sat against the headboard.
Oscar just sits there dumbfounded, cock hard as a fucking baseball bat while Lando endearingly shoves pillows where he knows Oscar has lumbar issues sometimes.
He’s got his little pink tongue between his teeth in concentration as he crawls onto Oscar’s lap and sinks down so fast it makes Oscar dizzy.
He just has to hold tight onto Lando’s waist as his dick gets ridden as if Lando were plumbing him for gold.
The new angle puts him directly at breasts level.
“Keep– keep sucking them,” Lando rasps, brain mostly gone, digging his fingers into Oscar’s hair. “And suck hard. Please, Oscah. Want you to milk me.”
And fuck, if that doesn’t make Oscar’s cock throb and blurt precum in among all of Lando’s wetness.
He sucks mindlessly at first as Lando twists around to get each tit into his mouth before getting the idea to press both tits together so Oscar could just have at both nipples at once.
It’s too much: the sucking heat molding around every ridge and vein of his dick, the gorgeous tits in his face, Lando making almost wounded, gasping little noises.
”Come in me, Osc. I need you, inside…”
Oscar starts to pulse thick and hard before even registering that he’s started to come.
He can distantly hear himself grunting beneath the high, gasping little screeches Lando keeps making. Oscar lets his lower teeth drag over each nipple and well, if no one in the nearby rooms had heard them before - they sure heard Lando then.
“Oh fuck!! Oh fuck, Osc… I think– I think I’m gonna squir–”
Warmth and wet gushes and pools against Oscar’s hips as Lando stutters and slows. His primal brain growls unhappily, tugging Lando down with both arms around his waist, teeth set against a tendon in Lando’s neck - as if he could plug his seed inside by getting himself right up against the root of his mate’s body.
Lando is absolutely rigid and not even breathing - just quivering and soaring so high he probably wouldn’t have cared if every one of his team’s mechanics (past and present) marched into the room, demanding to fuck his tight, wet pussy next.
It takes probably close to five full minutes of them shaking together before Oscar is pulsing dry and Lando grows oversensitive. Ever the gentlemen, Oscar powers through exhaustion to help Lando off of him. He captures a mental image of his spent, wet cock and Lando’s swollen cunt dripping Oscar’s spend onto his inner thighs. He hopes he’s read this right and that Lando will still want him even after tonight, but might as well store that one for later just in case.
“You need to go pee.”
He pats Lando’s bum who obediently wobbles off the bed and into the bathroom. After a minute, a plaintive voice calls through the open door.
“I need to go but it won’t happen!”
Oscar smiles fondly.
“Just relax and stop thinking about sexy things for a sec.”
He can practically hear Lando trying not to think about sex through the wall before a steady flow finally starts up. Lando even does a loud, satisfied ahhhhh.
He washes his hands and comes bounding back out, energized and glowing. Meanwhile Oscar wants nothing more than to melt into the bed and sleep for a hundred years.
“You’re really fucking good at that you know? Sex and vagina stuff,” Lando chirps, bounding into the bed and gluing himself to Oscar’s side under the covers.
“Don’t sound so surprised!” Oscar chuckles. “It’s always the quiet ones who carry a big stick. Or something.”
They both laugh giddily as Oscar reaches up to slap the lights off and turn Lando around in his arms.
“Ooh, little spoon! Virgin territory for me, Osc. Among other things!”
The terrible jokes are just as endearing as always.
Oscar gets Lando properly situated, one of his arms tucked between Lando’s breasts in a way that’s comforting rather than sexual.
“You doing okay? With everything? And tomorrow?” he whispers against the back of Lando’s neck, where the hair is as close cropped as ever. He idly wonders if Lando didn’t change back, if he would grow it long and style it. He’d look beautiful with curls tumbling over the swell of his breasts in a silky, fancy gown.
“In a way,” Lando whispers, cuddling deeper against Oscar’s solid warmth. “I almost wouldn’t mind staying like this?”
Very, very rarely the condition would stick. If the morning immediately after sex didn’t see the person switch back, it would never happen. The instances were so rare that a load of media coverage always accompanied it. Oscar reckoned that Lando’s life was already so exposed and enveloped by public scrutiny that he’d probably be able to weather it unusually well.
“Whatever makes you happy, baby. You’re perfect either way.”
In their relationship before sex and the vulnerability of exploring new genitals together, Lando would have squawked at the soft sincerity of Oscar’s words.
Tonight, he wraps a hand around Oscar’s and Oscar can feel his smile against his fingers.
*****
Oscar awakes to the early morning light pouring in where he’d forgotten to close the blackouts.
Lando has turned around and is already awake, watching him intently.
Oscar’s instinctive response is to smile at Lando’s bedhead and the tiny patch of dried drool on his cheek - but Lando’s expression is anxious.
“Lando? What’s wrong?”
“So… when you said that me being beautiful was ‘a given’,” he starts, a little croaky from sleep. “Did you mean… did that mean you’d find me beautiful no matter what?”
Understanding dawns and Oscar smiles wide with relief, half sitting up and reaching out to stroke the fine curve of Lando’s cheekbone.
“Yes. Yes I did.”
He moves his hand down, against the strong column of Lando’s neck, over one beautiful shoulder, and drags the sheet and blanket down slow enough that Lando can object if he wants to.
He doesn’t.
His arms are crossed over his breasts, which he is attempting to cover with both hands.
Oscar drags the sheet down past the dip of a tiny waist and slowly reveals the little thatch of curls nestled between silky thighs.
He looks back up into Lando’s eyes. He seems to be waiting for some shoe to drop and it makes Oscar feel immensely protective. He takes Lando’s hand in his own and kisses it, pouring every comforting feeling he has into his smile.
“Are you happy?”
Lando’s eyes fill with tears as he beams in response and nods his pretty, curly head before reaching up grabby hands and getting an armful of Oscar.
His big strong boy.